Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan looked at her and said coldly: "Song Qinghuan, you have to accept reality."

"What to accept reality? You don't know you shouldn't talk nonsense here," Song Qinghuan was very angry, and trembling with anger: "This person is not my brother, my brother is not like this, they made a mistake!"

"All the inspection reports have come out, and they are completely consistent with your brother's information. Song Qinghuan, if you don't want to accept it, you must accept the reality!" After Shi Yuhan finished speaking, he ignored her, and turned to look at the policeman next to him. Do whatever you want."

"No, that's not my brother..." Song Qinghuan wanted to say more, but Shi Yuhan had already pulled her away.

In the parking lot, Song Qinghuan forcefully broke free of Shi Yuhan's hand, and pushed him away, shouting: "You let me go!"

Shi Yuhan put his hands in his trouser pockets, and turned around indifferently and gracefully: "Song Qinghuan, believe it or not, your brother is lying there with plain words, the words you have been looking for are plain, he is dead!"

"He's not dead, that's not my brother!" The blood rushed to his brain, making Song Qinghuan's face flushed.

While eagerly denying it, she stretched out her hand angrily, slapped Shi Yuhan directly, with a loud "pop".

As far as Shi Yuhan was concerned, he could dodge this slap, but he did not slap it, but directly accepted it.

He just squinted his eyes and looked at Song Qinghuan, with a solemn chill on his face, as if he wanted to swallow her.

Song Qinghuan was also shocked. She was actually out of the cold when she hit.

Faced with the cold gaze, her body trembled slightly, and then she tremblingly said, "You...who asked you to curse me like this? Don't curse my brother. I will tell you that my brother is not dead. You can say that my brother is dead. Now, I will fight you desperately."

"Then tell me, who is it?" Shi Yuhan hooked his mouth and smiled like ice, with a dignified and intimidating manner.

Song Qinghuan took a step back subconsciously, no matter how angry, she was still afraid of loving this man when she returned to reason.

Shi Yuhan looked at her blankly, her voice and expression as if she had crossed the ice: "Song Qinghuan, whether you accept it or not, you will only be alone in the future. Your brother will never come back again. The police have checked. It’s very clear. First, your brother took the money and fled. Second, no other fatal injuries were found on your brother’s body. He died by drowning. As for whether he committed suicide by himself or committed an accident, then probably only he knows. ."

With his hands clenched tightly into a fist, Song Qinghuan's eyes were red, turning her eyes to keep her eyes from the cold, and shook her head: "No, no, my brother won't leave me alone, don't lie to me."

Shi Yuhan once again ruthlessly told her: "Your brother is dead!"

The palms of the palms were so painful, Song Qinghuan's red and swollen eye sockets hardly held back tears: "...Why are you so sure that my brother is dead, is it you, Shi Yuhan, is it related to you? Killed my brother, didn't he?!"

The sharp pain flashed across her eyes suddenly, and for a moment, she thought she had heard it wrong, and squinted at her.

Later, he found out that he had heard it correctly.

Killing the words is plain, she really said so, it can be seen that her emotions at the moment are on the verge of collapse.

Are you hurting her or are you hurting her?

His chest was dull, and the left chest cavity twitched faintly, and the feeling of tearing came again.